I want that adorning divine,

Thou only, my Lord, canst bestow;

I want in those beautiful garments to shine,

Which mark out Thy beauty below.

I want every moment to feel

Thy Spirit indwelling my heart,

His pow'r ever present to cleanse and to heal,

And newness of life to impart.

I want, oh, I want to attain

Some likeness, my Savior, to Thee;

That longed-for resemblance once more to regain;

Thy comeliness put upon me.

I want to be marked for Thine own,

Thy seal on my forehead to wear;

And have that new name on the mystic white stone,

Which none but Thyself can declare.

I want, and this sums up my prayer,

To glorify Thee till I die;

Then calmly to yield up my soul to Thy care,

And breathe out in faith my last sigh!